Once upon a time, there was a vampire. The vampire had a cat, named Bob. One day, Bob ran away. The vampire was very sad, so he ate his neighbour. Eating always cheered him up. Then he went searching for Bob. He looked everywhere. He searched the whole neighbourhood, and the park, and the forest. He even searched his pockets. No Bob. This made him very sad. But when he went home that night, he saw a werewolf lying in front of his door. He was very scared, because werewolves were smelly and had very bad manners, and he was afraid it would cause trouble. As he carefully approached the werewolf, he noticed it was dead. When he got closer, he saw Bob sleeping next to it. Bob had caught a werewolf. The vampire was very happy, because not only had he found his cat, he also had a new doormat. Bob must have remembered that the vampire's birthday was coming up. The vampire picked up Bob, and together they went inside and watched The Simpsons. It was a Halloween episode.
The end.